Because you weren't brought up normal, doesn't mean you should ruin it for the rest of us. Perhaps more frustrating is that the film barely even addresses the Christmas motif that gave this movie its title. The morning they return from their White Castle road trip, Harold and Kumar decide to go to Amsterdam because Harold doesn't want to wait ten days to see Maria again. Instead, it's a phoned-in, poorly shot effort that boasts a few laughs but no more than your usual direct-to-video effort, and that's a shame. Ordered to fellate a guard, they manage to escape, make their way to Florida, and head for Texas to find Kumar's ex-girlfriend's fiancé, the well-connected Colton, and get him to intercede with Washington on their behalf.
Trust me he's got a funny looking face. Harold and Kumar run for their lives and get hit by an arab taxi driver when they do not pay attention for a moment. After all, with a film as sloppy and frustrating as this, it's unlikely Harold and Kumar will ride again, at least not in the near future. It's the coffe at the shelter. Extended Scene: 00:18:44 Kumar has Adrian drive him to Harold's house. Let's hide in that tree. Black levels are generally strong, and the transfer only exhibits minor crush.
Strauss-Schulson, a director best known for his work with College Humor, is simply out of his league here. With this chapter, little of that magic returns. Kumar receives a package for Harold at the apartment, and decides to deliver it to Harold. By many accounts, shooting in the format is a major pain in the rump. I'm sick and tired of your fucking passive-aggressive bullshit. Also included is a code to download an UltraViolet digital copy of the movie on Flixster.
It's a decent, if flaky, effort overall. A fucking mini-mall in Des Moines? Keep your game face on your father-in-law. The it's exactly what it looks like. It is a G-D shame. I was gonna split the profits with you which at a buck a dump, comes out to be 40 bucks. Unless it looks like I rent your bathroom for homeless people to shit in. Harold's friend Todd Thomas Lennon and his infant daughter join the action in time to become trapped inside a mobster's Elias Koteas apartment after a misunderstanding involving the man's sexually aggressive daughter.
The movie is funny at times, to be sure, and Neil Patrick Harris is hilarious and oddly complex as well, but the rest of the film is a misfire. Extras are disappointingly light: Through the Haze with Tom Lennon approx. Dope-smoking heroes Harold and Kumar get into hot water while searching for a Christmas tree, and run into a local mobster, a cocaine-snorting toddler and Neil Patrick Harris. It's like someone didn't tell him he was in a comedy. Where'd you learn to dance, honey? There are some decent and intentionally obvious sight gags that work, but it's clear director Todd Strauss-Schulson doesn't really know how to shoot in 3D.
Oh, Harold and Kumar, how far you have fallen. A few compression issues do pop up, including some slight aliasing and digital noise, and this is likely a result of squeezing two transfers onto one disc. Pibb, Sprite, Diet Coke suicide? Without the guise of 3D fogging over bad lighting and awful cinematography, this film is simply not fun to watch on the format. I'm in for a really stressful weekend. It tried, though, but most of the film's subtle commentary wasn't particularly stinging.
Afraid you'll catch a cold? Be it geographical ethnic or even racist. Images are bold and colorful at times, but most of the film is oddly drab and dreary, with flat depth and little pop. Before Harold can get him out the door, Kumar manages to burn down the Christmas tree supplied by Maria's judgmental father Danny Trejo for their family Christmas. Get yourself some mints because your breath is abomiable. The extended cut, which is a big selling point for this disc, only gets a 5. I practically run this place.
He might end up a fine filmmaker in the future, but he allows everyone too much wiggle room and ultimately delivers one of the most unwieldy comedies of the year. Check out our where we pick a few more stoner films streaming on-demand. Jonbenet, I'm talking to you, sweetie. Guys our age need to watch our cholestorol. Proudly Latrell presents their latest work. The snow monster surprises the protagonists, his last victim still can be seen between his teeth. Might have S'ed the bed on that.